Disclaimer: Unfortunatly, I don't own the rights to Harry Potter :(

"What the hell do you two think you're doing?" Albus whispered harshly in our ears. "You're not alone here! I don't want to wake you to you two sickos snuggling! Not to mention Hugo!"

"Is he awake?" I shot up, pulling Scorpius with me. Hugo stirred, but stayed asleep.

I calmed down. "Get ready for breakfast," Albus groaned.

We both pulled whatever we'd be wearing out of the drawers.

"You're not going to leave this room, are you?" Scorpius whispered.

I giggled. "I was planning-"

"What's going on?" Hugo muttered, sitting up and catching us whispering. "Hey," he said, stumbling out of bed and down to breakfast. Scorpius and I stared at each other.

"I'm going to go change then…" I said, still wierded out by my little brothers behavior.

The bathroom was up a floor, near Dad's old bedroom. I climbed the stairs with difficulty because I was still half asleep, then returned horrified with my appearance.

"I look horrible! Even the mirror thought so!" I exclaimed, grabbing a hair brush. Scorpius grabbed it first.

"I think you look beautiful, and I am the only one that matters, right?"

"Give it back," I threatened, glaring.

"Nope, I think I'll let you get it yourself," he held it even higher over his already towering head, and I jumped to get it. "Gotta reach, gotta reach!"

"That's not funny! Scorpius! Scorpius!" He'd picked me up over his shoulder and was carrying me around the room.

"Let me down! Let me down!" I screamed through fits of laughter. "Give me my hairbrush back!" I stared menacingly at the tool that was now on the floor.

"Nope. Let's go," he started to the door.

"Scorpius! Scorpius STOP!"

Suddenly he did. But not it the way I wanted. He was frozen. Dead solid. I could feel him going colder.

"Let her down," I heard Dad's voice warn from the doorway.

He obeyed and I stood next to him, awaiting punishment.

"What's going on in here?"

"We were only goofing around Dad, but he did steal my hairbrush!" I stuck out my bottom lip, and I could feel Scorpius tense as he watched.

"Rose…"

"Honest, Dad! He was trying to get me to go to breakfast without doing my hair!" I persisted. I was scared to move, but I did, and I grabbed my hairbrush from the floor and started to smooth down my curly locks as best I could.

"Is that really what was happening?" He asked Scorpius now.

"Yeah, Mr. Weasley, it was. We've been best friends for six years now, we goof around…"

"Alright then, Rose, I expect you remember what I said to you before first year?"

"Yes Daddy," I answered.

Once he was gone, Scorpius grabbed my hand and we started downstairs to breakfast.

"What did he tell you before school?"

"I'll tell you later, when we're alone," I answered.

"Rosie, is that you?" Mum called from the kitchen.

"Scorpius too!" I called back, dropping his hand.

"Morning dears, sleep well?"

"Defiantly," I answered. "Aunt Ginny's bed is very soft."

Scorpius scowled.

"Although I did keep waking up…"

"That's a shame. Now, your father tells me you were on the roof alone?" She told me, setting eggs and toast in front of me.

"Sorry Mum. I only wanted some fresh air. Anyway, nothing could have happened, I had my wand and a broom and I was bundled up really warm."

"Well then why hadn't you been on ground level?"

"The roof is more private and, and…" I trailed off. The real reason was so that we didn't get caught. "Sorry Mum," I repeated.

"And Scorpius dear, I hear you were MIA too."

"Oh, I didn't think it would be of any bother Mrs. Weasley, I'm sorry. I was only taking a walk." I could tell it pained him when he had to lie right to my Mum when he wanted us to have the best relationship possible.

"Well you two had best just eat your breakfast and don't go missing tonight, you had all of us very worried."

"Yeah!" Fourteen year-old Hugo piped up between sips of juice and stuffing his mouth. He had obviously woken up since coming downstairs.

The rest of the day was spent with people lounging around the house, because it was too cold to go outside and there was really nothing else to do.

While we were all sitting around listening to the radio, Scorpius nudged me from where he was seated on the arm of my chair. He winked, and left the room. Five minutes later I followed him upstairs.

"Hey," I said, closing the door softly behind me.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too. Hold on," I locked the door with a swift wave of my wand and he pulled me up into his arms.

"Tell me everything you love about me," I told him, fingering his beautiful platinum hair while sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Everything."

"No name them."

"That'll take to long!" He whined.

"Well do it anyway," I persisted.

"Fine." He kissed my bottom lip which was still held out in a puppy-dog pout.

"I love your hair." He kissed the top of my head. "And your brains." He kissed my forehead. "And your hilarious sense of humor that no one else understands." He kissed my neck. "And I love your beautiful, luscious lips." He kissed me hard on the lips and I kissed back, falling backwards and on top of him.

"God! Get a room!" Albus stood frozen at the door.

"We did! And it was locked!" I shot back, fixing my shirt as I sat up.

"Not my room!" I glared and he rolled his eyes.

"Does Albus know what your Dad told you?"

"Yeah, he was there…"

"What do I know?"

"Before first year," Scorpius answered.

"Right! Rosie! You've been a very bad girl!"

"No I haven't! That just applied to the first year!" I defended, even though even I knew it wasn't true.

"What did he tell you?" Scorpius demanded.

"He told me-not to get too friendly…with you…" I answered.

"Oh," Scorpius looked down.

"But she's totally breaking the rules, mate. This doesn't change anything!"

"I suppose…"

"He's right, it doesn't. I don't care if my Daddy says I can't see you. I want to, so I will," I told him, kissing him on the cheek.

"Uncle Ron's going to be pretty pissed if he finds out!"

"But he won't," I told Albus, forcefully.

"I've got blackmail!" He sung.

"You've had blackmail for a month, you haven't used it yet and you're not going to use it," Scorpius shot back.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Have you three done any chores yet?" Uncle Harry stood in the doorway. "Oh, watch it, Albus," he said, for he had just entered and crashed into the still frozen Albus.

"Chores?" Scorpius asked.

"Yeah, you're Auntie needs some help, so get downstairs. Quick!" he ushered us out the door and downstairs where the other cousins were set around the house doing various odd jobs.